Title “Greenwood Drive”

When I was a little girl, I lived on Greenwood Drive. My whole world existed in about 5 square blocks. My best friend lived down the street, two doors down from the lady that handed out candy all year long, across the street from the mean man who yelled when I rode my bike on his lawn. The next door neighbor’s granddaughter would visit every year, and we’d string up tin can telephones to talk across the driveway. Burton Park was a few blocks where I’d wade in the children’s pool, play on the swings and attend birthday party picnics. Seems like every day an ice cream truck’s music alerted me to ask for dimes from my mom. Good memories of life on Greenwood Drive.

Materials: Hand dyed cotton batting, commercial and hand made wool felt, dyed cheesecloth, beads, embroidery thread, and sequins.
Hand stitched